The argument that we had about the empty bottle of soda
was the last time either of us said a word to the other. Unless you count the time,
I walked in the front door and accidentally pinned him behind it. I said, “My
bad,” I guess technically that was the last time I ever spoke to him. Everything
was going well though. John, Laura, Morgan, and I were closer than ever following
Zach and Molly’s betrayal after the soda bottle incident. I had said most of
what they accused me of, but it was all misconstrued to make me look like an
evil monster. I could have retaliated, but I was not going to turn my friends
into pawns of our game. I had previously borrowed Zach’s car to get my
medicine, but since the fall out Hunter and John had been assuming the
responsibility. I was thankful, but mostly I enjoyed the opportunity to get out
of the apartment, and away from them. I still miss Zach, but with the combined
force of John and Hunter, it was rare.
When I was leaving the hospital at the end of winter
break, I had first thought about transferring schools. I wanted to be somewhere
closer to home, closer to my family. Once I got back to Savannah and everything
settled down, I was not so sure that I still wanted to leave. Yes, I still
missed my family but at least in Savannah I had Zach, which at the time was
close enough to family. Then we had our argument about the joke and I really
started thinking hard about leaving. I started looking into schools closer to
home, talking more to my parents about it, talking to John and Hunter about it;
but still I was not certain. I did not want to make a rash decision that would
affect the rest of my life. It was not easy by any means; Savannah was a home
to me, Armstrong was a refuge, and my friends were like family. I was not
certain I could leave all that behind. However, I could not make this decision
because I was uncomfortable with change; I had to make this decision for me. Finally,
after a while, I made up my mind. I could not stay any longer, my desire to be
around my family far outweighed my fear of change. Late one night in April, I
finally did it, I applied to the University of West Georgia. I still was
uncertain, but I had to, the time had come for me to leave Savannah.
